Windowpanes: a poem

Windowpanes, purple elbows on those windowpanesSoggy condensation bubbling upunder thick white paint.Cracking, coldfresh, black mold. Windows, under pain of death,I will not tell a lie.I can’t see the sky for the rain,can’t see the rain for the drips,or the drips for my foggy breathcaptured like cataracts on the glass. If I knew how to stop being... Continue Reading →

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